Like The Alamo,
apple pie and July Fourth –
my best friend…rifle!*
*(of course not: I am my best friend (some of the time at least), and that fuss then on the outskirts of San Antonio, Texas was an exercise in blind vanity and military stupidity exceeded only by that at Goliad, and like New Year’s midnight, July Fourth is an exercise often in cordite-fueled dangerous fake celebration, but tradition and rote recitation make it so true!)
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